1930 The Home Bartender's Guide and Song Book



Old King Cole

For to read or to write, it was useless quite, W hen he kept a secretary. o his mark for "R ex" was a simple "X," And his drink was ditto double; For he scorned the fetters of twenty-six letters, And it saved him a vast deal of trouble. Chorus. Old King Cole drank so much alcohol That he reeked like the worm of a still; A 11d while lighting his pipe, he set himself alight, A nd blew up like a gunpowder mill. .1.s these are the whole, of records of King Cole, } rom the Ancient L ibrary: If you like, you can see'em, in the British Museum In Russell Street, Bloomsbury. Chorus.

Old King Colr i· as a merry old sou l, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and hr called fo r h ·s git. ss,

And he called f or his fiddlers three. There was Paga11ini and Spagnioletti, A nd to make up th e three, Mori; For K ing Cole he was fo11d of a trio, F ond of a trio was he.

Chorus. For old Ki11g Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his glass, And he called for his fiddlers three.

Old King Cole, though a merry old soul, Now to read nor to write cou ld he;

The Singing Waiter

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